Possesive Love Novels & Stories

"What I do know is this: when you smile at me, it's the best part of my day. When you argue with me, I want to kiss you silent. When you're scared of me, it breaks something inside me. When you choose to stay despite everything, it feels like a gift I don't deserve. I don't know if that's love, April. But it's the closest I've come to it in twelve years. It's the closest I'll probably ever get." My throat is tight. "That's not nothing." "It's not love either. Love is supposed to be gentle, selfless, pure. What I feel for you is possessive, selfish, dark. I want to own you, keep you, mark you so thoroughly that no one else ever looks at you. That's not love. That's something twisted." "Maybe

Torrid heat swamps me, my legs go weak, and I scrape my fingers over his broad back so I have something solid to hold on to. He drags his lips down my throat and along my collarbone, nipping and licking as he goes, leaving behind the promise of devouring me when all is said and done. I have little doubt that I will awaken in the morning to discover myself covered in tiny love bruises. Love. I very nearly scoff. There will never be any love between us. Even what is passing between us now resembles love not in the least. It is all about possession, claiming what he has gained through marriage, taking ownership of what is now rightfully his.

He paused at the door, “When you make up your mind what you want and let me know.” As I watched the door shut I sighed, was I in the wrong here? Trust was earned and he hasn’t exactly been the best about being honest. My last relationship had been controlling and I ran from it. Lucas wasn’t abusive, he didn’t cheat that I knew of but he had the controlling thing down. Looking up I felt a tear slid down my cheek. Lucas wanted to protect me, but he made me feel more like a possession of his sometimes.

"If I'm too pushy and become controlling in any way I want you to tell me.Don't be afraid to speak your mind. As for my possessiveness towards you I don't think that will ever change. I don't want any man near you,it makes me angry.Dios!I can't even stand the fact that they look at you but yet again I don't blame them.You are a very beautiful woman sweetheart with a goddess of a body." "I'm yours and yours alone.Only you have my heart and body,that will never change.Not for anyone.Don't doubt my love or what I feel for you."He kissed her firmly on the lips,she sank further into him.Nothing was said further when he pulled her on top of him so that their bodies can do the talking.Alex's level

But there was something strangely satisfying about the way her world seemed to revolve around that letter now, especially since he held all the control. Damien didn’t understand love. To him, love was just a concept, an excuse people used to tie themselves down, make themselves vulnerable, and give others power over them. He had seen it with his own eyes, had watched his own family fracture and shatter under the weight of so-called “love.” No, love wasn’t something he believed in. The very idea of being vulnerable to someone else was something he despised. Ownership, however—that was different. Ownership was control, stability, certainty. Ownership meant nobody could hurt him because he held

"Wanna die?" Jay Park has never accepted Junie as his future wife, just because his family has arranged it since childhood, he also has no opinion, just obeying, not conducting the wedding ceremony, so Junie is still No official title yet. Junie because of that also made a few rain clouds, wanted him to openly love and have an engagement with her, but Jay Park never listened to her even once, once he even nearly strangled her to death because of the way he spoke. insulting others.

“We will have to come up with a believable story to explain how we got together, and if anyone asks, you stick with our story, we’re engaged and soon to be married. You support me in public events, family gatherings, and anything relating to the company. Understood?” “Understood,” she nodded. The weight of all he said felt heavy as she thought about the responsibilities being dumped on her. She wasn’t a part of his world. Everything felt new to her. “Very good,” he said and got up with a flare of authority. “Oh, and Gabriella,” he said, looking down at her with an intimidating gaze. “I hope you understand that for the next year, you’re mine as far as our contract is concerned. So any romanti

“Don’t shut down on me now.” She doesn’t look at me. Just stares out the window like it owes her something. “This again?” she finally says. “Every time she gets in the picture, I disappear.” “She’s not in the picture anymore,” I say firmly. I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing because my key to power has eloped from my hand to captivity and that pisses me off. Damn you, Bishop. She is my possession. I will marry power, I will marry Gold.

She picked up her phone, contemplated for a moment, and sent a message to Wendy. "Do you think the more a man loves a woman, the more possessive he gets?" Just like Liam now, who seemed to be showing jealousy even though she was just a substitute for Sophia. Wendy replied almost instantly, “Of course! Isn't that obvious? Possessiveness and love go hand in hand! He’s absolutely madly in love!”

I laughed softly. "You're always corny; is there anything new?" She teased me and softly chuckled. "Since the day that I saw you, my world has changed; you seem to be a potion, which at first glance will make me speechless. Your simple smile instantly melts my bad mood, which is so unfair that even your voice can soften my heart. I will compare my love to yours like a globe. It cannot be measured by how wide it is. I promise you that even if one day we have many grandchildren, and even if our hair turns gray, Its beat will never change. You will be the one to recognize it. Even if I lose my sight, I will still be able to recognize you. Because it can only read one name. I love you, Mrs. Mary